Who Am I
Who Am I
Who am I that God should love me
And be punished in my stead?
How could the Great Creator
By the created be led
Up a rugged hill so lonely
To the cross of Calvary
And accept that brutal hatred
Just to set a sinner free?
Oh, the Love that flowed so freely
Was a bright and crimson red;
And it held the life of Jesus
And of those who glibly said,
“Come on down and we’ll believe You!”
After nails had pierced His hands;
But it also held provision for
Every soul in every land!
Like a speck of minute dust upon
The microscope of space
Is my life ~ a mere reflection
Is my influence and place;
Yet, I wonder, (how I wonder!)
At the gift He gave, so high;
And I pledge my deep devotion
As I question, “Who Am I?”
©Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations author.
Psm. 8:4
Who Am I
Who am I that God should love me
And be punished in my stead?
How could the Great Creator
By the created be led
Up a rugged hill so lonely
To the cross of Calvary
And accept that brutal hatred
Just to set a sinner free?
Oh, the Love that flowed so freely
Was a bright and crimson red;
And it held the life of Jesus
And of those who glibly said,
“Come on down and we’ll believe You!”
After nails had pierced His hands;
But it also held provision for
Every soul in every land!
Like a speck of minute dust upon
The microscope of space
Is my life ~ a mere reflection
Is my influence and place;
Yet, I wonder, (how I wonder!)
At the gift He gave, so high;
And I pledge my deep devotion
As I question, “Who Am I?”
©Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations author.
Psm. 8:4
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Written on 1990
Submitted on June 29, 2021
Modified on May 02, 2023
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Scheme | A BCDCBBEB BCFCGHIJ KLMLDAMA DDB ABCDCBBEB BCFCGHIJ KLMLDAMA DDB |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,577 |
Words | 324 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 8, 8, 8, 3, 9, 8, 8, 3 |
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